Part 27

"Have a nice meal." Mr. Sullivan, our English teacher, stated. I grabbed all of my books and placed them in the bag. Hang my backpack over my shoulder and turn heads out. "Come back here, Miss Gemma." a deep voice said from behind me.

I took a step back. "Yes, Mr. Sullivan?"

"Could you please do me a favor?"

"What is it, Mr. Sullivan?"

"Could you please return the books that I borrowed to the library? Don't worry; it’s not that much."

I turned my gaze to the prince, who was walking away from me. "But…"

"Just go over him after you've returned the books." I walked back into the room. Mr. Sullivan took the books underneath the desk one after the other. "One, two, three, four, fifth, and sixth..."

Just glancing at the books he places on the table makes me dizzy. Is this what he says not much? "Mr. Sullivan, you stated a few books... There are far too many of these books. I can't carry them all by myself."

"If Emmet can do it, so you can."

"But, we have different strengths. Emmet i